October 21, 2013

Markers


The little hand 
on my clock appears 
to be standing still,
yet it moves
as we both know,
marking the time
I'm spending here,
though its travel
seems so slow.

Only your eyes
are clear to me,
since you've disappeared
into eternity.
You're not here
and cannot tell,
but they mark time
just as well.

10/18/2013